"Hiss..."
Chen Che was woken up by the pain in his waist. As he opened his eyes, he saw a bright chandelier above him and an extrely luxurious room.
His waist hurt, but his neck hurt even more.
An arm seed to be placed on his chest, hugging him tightly.
Turning his head to the side, he saw an absolutely beautiful sleeping face. The woman’s nose was high, her features exquisite, looking as if she was of mixed Eastern and Western descent.
Her face was stunningly enchanting, accompanied by kiss marks on her snowy white neck and collarbone, so alluring.
But the first mont he saw it, he instinctively felt more fear.
The next second, a flood of mories rushed into his mind.
He had been reincarnated.
Before his reincarnation, he had just participated in the World Chef Championship and won first place.
The plane crashed, and when he opened his eyes again, he was reincarnated here.
After sorting through his mories, Chen Che’s face was unsightly.
The reincarnated one belonged to a parallel world version of him.
Although the room was luxurious, outside was fraught with dangers.
Three hundred years ago, extraordinary creatures with unknown powers descended upon this world.
Humanity not only failed to unite in expelling them but also attempted to control these extraordinary creatures as national weapons.
They opened Pandora’s box.
In the end, it escalated into a global nuclear war, a nuclear winter covering the world.
The world beca a wasteland.
After 300 years of evolution.
The surviving humans gradually adapted to nuclear radiation, as their radiation-distorted bodies started to normalize.
They could withstand mild radiation.
Humans began to rebuild civilization on the wasteland.
One safety zone after another was established, the last remaining hope amidst despair.
Yet returning to the forr prosperity, peace, and democracy... was only a dream.
Warlords ruled, survival of the fittest prevailed.
The upper class still enjoyed luxury and abundance.
But it’s only a small handful.
The vast majority of the lower class still struggled for survival, with no human rights to speak of.
Where he was, was the latest safe zone jointly opened by the Night Empire and the Tasting Comrce Association, called the Ninth Special Zone.
The Ninth Special Zone had just been opened.
Various forces wanted a share of the pie, a chaotic mix of good and bad.
The woman lying next to him was called An Nishang, breathtakingly beautiful, a woman many n in the Ninth Special Zone wanted to get close to, yet just as dangerous as a scorpion.
She was originally one of the Twelve Law Enforcent Officers of the Night Empire.
Behind her, it was said she also had a powerful family.
She was assigned by the Night Empire to the Ninth Special Zone, serving as one of the Deputy Directors of the Judicial Departnt, overseeing law enforcent and criminal investigation similar to the ancient Ministry of Punishnts.
Even in a post-apocalyptic safe zone, law was necessary to maintain stability.
The goal was to beco a mber of the legislative council in the Ninth Special Zone, perhaps even taking the chairman’s seat.
To put it simply, it’s a power struggle between different factions and the Tasting Comrce Association.
Both sides wanted complete control over the Ninth Special Zone.
With a population nearing one million, abundant resources, it was undeniably a desirable prize.
This woman had a "demon" reputation within the Ninth Special Zone.
Her cruel thods sent chills down people’s spines.
Falling into her hands was a fate worse than death.
When it ca to political matters, the original him only had a general understanding.
The fact that he was in the sa bed as An Nishang wasn’t because his identity could bring her political benefits.
It was simply because he had so "special skills."
That’s how he caught An Nishang’s eye, to be taken as a boy toy, a tool for her desires.
Chen Che hadn’t expected his parallel world self to be so naive, basking in arrogance after gaining the demon’s favor, recklessly forming alliances and closely interacting with a group of gangsters and warlords.
He dared to accept any money, dared to earn any money.
The demon originally just turned a blind eye.
Last night during their interaction.
The demon suddenly choked the original’s neck fiercely.
The original only assud it was the demon’s peculiar kink, considering the choke play wasn’t scarce in his mories.
But this ti was different, those hands tightened with increasing force, gripping until he couldn’t breathe, he struggled vigorously, yet the demon remained indifferent.
Only that alluring face wore a grotesquely satisfied smile.
As if she was intent on strangling him to death.
To extract the last value from him.
Thus, the original was strangled to death, until he traversed into this world.
No wonder his waist was in pain, his neck throbbed with so much agony.
Chen Che subconsciously reached out to touch his neck, seemingly able to feel the strangulation marks.
This woman was insane, wasn’t she? If she deliberately strangled "," didn’t she spend the night cuddling a corpse?
Chen Che’s whole body shivered, his gaze fixated with a few traces of fear on that absolutely beautiful face.
Then, the next second, a panel suddenly appeared before his eyes.
[Ding! The Food God System has been bound!]
Food God System?
I’ve got a system now? Seems like transmigrating isn’t too bad... Hmm, wait, that’s not right.
Food God System? But in this wasteland, what’s the point of having a Food God System?
If I were reincarnated into a city, I could make a fortune through cuisine.
In history, I could use food to forge connections with nobility and generals.
In the wasteland, who am I going to sell to?
In the wasteland, for ordinary people, having sothing to eat is enough, regardless of taste.
Gang leaders, private warlords, gourt food to them is rely an embellishnt, dispensable.
Isn’t this just a chicken rib, tasteless to eat, a pity to discard?
[Detected your diner. Analyzing data~]
[Na: An Nishang.
Analysis: 176cm, 60kg, 36D.
Diner difficulty rating: S-level (Low concern for delicious food, minor role of gastronomy in her mind, just needing to eat, solitary and closed personality, a top-tier diner hard to win over!)
Comprehensive real-ti status data and analysis:
Loyalty to you: 0%. (She would betray you without a second thought, abandon you.)
Fondness for you: 20%. (The only affection you seem to have given her is physical?)
Murderous intent towards you: 90%. (You did sothing outrageous that provoked her.)
Data fluctuations over the past seven days: loyalty and fondness have plumted. Murderous intent surged.
...
(The diner report only displays diners who have eaten your food.)]
Chen Che was stunned, the system had such an ability, it wasn’t just a chicken rib after all.
This real-ti data analysis alone was hugely useful.
"Wait, I haven’t cooked anything for her, how could she beco my diner... Oh~"
Imported food counts too, huh.
Chen Che racked his brains sifting through the original’s mories.
Due to certain special skills, the original did manage to serve this woman comfortably.
In his mory, when the original made her feel good, he’d sotis catch a satisfied smile on her face.
What on earth did this damned original do? For this woman to suddenly turn deadly...
He didn’t want to follow in the original’s footsteps and die a second ti!
You could see from the sudden drop in fondness and rise in murderous intent data.
The data that suddenly shifted within seven days.
It must have been sothing the original did, or rather sothing this woman suddenly found out.
Chen Che racked his brains searching, too many mories surfaced at once, so parts he couldn’t recall.
Moreover, the original did too many idiotic things.
Slept with another woman?
No, this demon didn’t have such strong possessiveness over him, he was rely a tool for venting desire.
Cleanliness was all that mattered.
Too arrogant and domineering?
Also unlikely.
Though the original committed acts akin to those of brainless rich second-generation villains from various early urban novels, it was limited to arrogance and the wanton bullying of subordinates.
It shouldn’t have provoked the demon to such murderous intent.
Touched sothing that shouldn’t be touched?
Suddenly, Chen Che thought of sothing.
He couldn’t help but draw in a cold breath, no wonder the demon wanted to kill him.
As he just reached a realization and was pondering a solution, he looked up and t a pair of indifferent eyes, imdiately feeling his breath catch, his heart skipped a beat.
Her pupils were red.
They were eerily, blood-like in their vividness, enchanting and bizarre.
Like the eyes of a demon.
[Ding! Random task issued.]
[: Solve the crisis and survive before the countdown ends. (5 minutes)]
[Reward: A random-quality yellow-level recipe.]
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